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The tailor shop owner was knocked unconscious on the counter, still clutching the not-so-sharp pair of scissors in his hand.

The buzzing voices of the street outside slipped in through the crack in the door, making the silence not silent.

In this small shop full of the smell of fabric, Zheng Fei was distracted.

Brad's words reminded him of the sailors who had just left the mountains and tried to steal their horses tied to the trees.

Then he thought of Grant, the Western European ranger who was eager to steal a ship and flee with treasure in the Azores, and when he was discovered, he rebelled and was eventually killed in the woods.

Following Brad's reflection, Zheng Fei gradually fell into contemplation.

Now, standing in a small tailor's shop in Constanta, with the chatter of passers-by wafting in his ears, he feels that he has been ignoring the feelings of others, in other words, trusting them too much.

Yes, the sailors wanted to get rich, and there were many loyal and kind people among them, but some of them were really not good birds, and they could do anything for profit.

Now, the most stable force in his hands, even if he is a descendant of the Spartan warriors and the Knights of the Round Table who are bound by his faith, even if one person betrays everyone, he will not betray his faith.

After careful consideration, he made a decision that all important positions would henceforth be held by Sparta and the descendants of knights, leaving only men who could be absolutely trusted, such as Santiago and Hans.

If you want to manage a large group of people well, you must adopt a centralized method, and the concept of convincing people with virtue is not realistic, and there will always be some people who will try to rebel.

Thinking about this, he rubbed his brow and let out a soft breath, turning his attention back to Brad.

Brad was different from everyone else, in the fleet, from the first mate to the sailor, without exception, all went to sea for the sake of making a fortune.

Brad, on the other hand, wants to atone for his sins.

Since Brad joined the fleet, Zheng Fei really didn't let him do anything good, sneaking into the artillery base to drug and raid in the dark.

The words Brad had just said echoed in his ears again, and Zheng Fei's face became more and more solemn, staring at Brad.

"So now, what's your answer?"

Brad was silent for two seconds, looked down at the empty flask, and smiled.

"Go to the tavern opposite and order a pot of wine and talk slowly, I'll have a treat. ”

With that, he pushed the door open and exited.

Zheng Fei glanced at the flag hanging at the door of the tavern, glanced at the pedestrians on the street, looked at Brad's back and hesitated for a moment, and raised his heels.

Oh, in order to soothe the injured back of the head and soul of the tailor shop owner, he put down a few silver coins before leaving, but the money was not given in vain, he picked out a black printed power suit and took it away.

It's almost lunchtime, and there are relatively few men in the tavern.

Even the guy behind the counter was so bored that he dozed off and didn't think there would be a customer coming to the door.

"Hey, the best bottle of wine. ”

Brad pinched two silver coins in his fingers and knocked them on the counter, waking up the sleepwalking fellow.

"Oh, okay, okay, what do you want for the appetizer?" the guy hurriedly covered the silver coin with his hand and stroked it over.

"Whatever. Brad dropped a sentence and walked straight to the most secluded corner.

There were two men at the next table who were punching, and Brad thought they were too noisy, so he pulled out his dagger and slammed it into the table as he passed by, staring at them viciously with a hideous face.

"Get out of here!"

At the same time, he lifted his coat to reveal the short-barreled musket pinned to his waist.

Not daring to say a word, the two of them slipped out in a witty way, and they didn't even have time to take the wine away.

"Why are you so fierce?" Zheng Fei sat down across from Brad, paused for a moment, and asked, "Tell me, your answer." ”

"My answer, you're not a good person. ”

Zheng Fei's heart tightened, and he was about to respond, only to hear Brad say again: "But it's not a bad person." ”

At this time, the tavern man brought a pot of good wine and a plate of roasted meat, and when he saw that the two guests were not good-looking, he hurried away.

Brad poured himself a glass of wine, put it to the tip of his nose, sniffed it, and drank it down.

Then, his face that had been frozen for a long time finally showed a smile and explained to Zheng Fei what he said inexplicably.

"On the boat that followed John Cena to Istanbul, I met a scholar who was very talkative and told me a lot of things that were refreshing to me, so I took him as a priest and told me what was going on in my mind. ”

His answer was: There is no good or bad in the world, and the so-called good and bad only depend on the human heart. This sentence made me figure it all out. ”

Looking at Brad's slightly excited appearance, Zheng Fei was relieved, picked up the flask and poured wine, waiting for him to continue.

Brad tapped his fingers on the table and shook his head helplessly.

"I want to repent and atone for my sins, but if I save someone today, maybe he will harm others in the future, not to mention that there are so many people in the world who need to be saved, it is not something I can do, even if I have to work all my life to atone for my sins, I will not get even the slightest happiness. ”

After a pause, Brad pulled the flask, glanced at Zheng Fei, and said as he poured.

"So, I'm going to learn from you. ”

"Learn what?"

"I don't care about irrelevant people anymore, I only care about those I care about. ”

Brad floated out a sentence faintly, which was his summary of Zheng Fei's character image.

Zheng Fei couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, these words seemed to be right and wrong, from a certain point of view, it was simple but quite thorough.

"So who do you care about?" Zheng Fei shook the wine jug, which had already been emptied, so he ate a piece of barbecue.

From what he knew, Brad didn't have anyone close to him except for the teenage follower.

"Whoever cares about me, I care. Brad finished drinking, exhaled a breath of wine, and stared at Zheng Fei's eyes: "For example, you." ”

Before, Brad disguised himself as a white-bearded little old man, just to test Zheng Fei and judge whether Zheng Fei was worth following.

"I don't care about you. Zheng Fei pursed his lips, he always felt that this was weird and could give people goosebumps.

"Well, why don't you put it another way, you treat me as a friend, I will treat you as a brother, as long as you do what everyone thinks is right, I will help you. ”

As the words fell, Brad raised his glass and looked at him firmly, "Cheers!"

Needless to say, Zheng Fei touched a glass with him and smiled at each other.

Behind the counter in the distance, the tavern guy looked at them stunned, sneered, and muttered, "It's really sick." ”

This is because the glasses of both of them are empty.

Break down the gap and start talking about important things.

"Tell me, what have you learned from following John Cena these days?" (To be continued.) )